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“It’s okay,” He said with an easy grin. “I’ve got my own girl waiting for me at home. You do look very nice today, though.”

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Chapter IV: The Best Plan I’ve Never Had/The Day Off
It turns out that he was checked into the hospital due to pneumonia; because it was another day of rain, Gabe gave the entire floor a day off – all of us sick with colds or some such shit would be useless for the company, so we got to stay home and keep warm, or chance it anyways to go visit our loved ones, maybe even visit Will and see how he was doing.
Derek still hadn’t called me or anything, and I took this to mean that he really was a possessive shit – I mean, he was pissed.

Right.

Vicky-T dragged me to the hospital, even though all I wanted to do was call the nursing home to see if my grandparents were well enough that I could visit them.
“It’s Bilvy,” Vicky-T had said matter-of-factly as she marched me over to the hospital elevators. “He’s our guy.”
I nodded absentmindedly, breathing as much as possible before getting into the more medical-smelling wings, the ones I hated with a passion.

If Derek were in the room with us, he would have whispered to me, “That guy looks like pale white shit.”
But thank the deities that he wasn’t.
Will was thankfully awake and fully functional, although they were keeping him in bed for the time being – he wasn’t too happy about that.
“I’d rather be working,” he admitted, stirring his uneaten apple sauce thoughtfully. “Then again, that’s the best plan for getting everyone out of work I’ve never had.”
Vicky-T giggled and put her head on his blanketed leg.
“You’re not gonna quit on us, though. Right?” She asked. “Because then I’d be lonely.”
I made a face of mock offense. “Because I’m nobody, right?”
“You know what I mean,” Vicky-T said, rolling her eyes with a smile.
“Uh-huh. But seriously,” I turned to Will. “If you don’t come back as soon as you’re fully recovered, I’m fairly sure that efficiency will decrease horribly.” I paused, thinking. “Also, you’re cool.”
“I like that afterthought,” Will said, smirking. “Nice addition, kissing my ass.”
“I’m good at that,” I said with faux pride, and Vicky-T giggled somewhat neurotically.
“Surely, you must be! You’re practically flocking all the guys over to your side of the desk, so it’s either the cleavage or the ass-kissing.” Will’s comment made me blush. I’m not used to cleavage.
“So… what did THE MAN want?” I asked carefully, getting a strange urge to look at the doorway to make sure Gabe wasn’t eavesdropping.
Nobody there.
Will’s face twisted into a look of confusion.
“I… I think he’s considering leaving,” he said slowly. “I mean, it was all very cryptic, but… and it was like he was almost hinting about writing me as his replacement, if he did leave.”
Vicky-T and I were both shocked.
“What?!” Vicky-T asked, being the first of us to find her voice again.
“I know,” Will replied, nodding. “I’m not crossing my fingers, though, because I know how he likes to pull everyone’s leg. Gabe’s like a leech… especially when it comes to women.” I was looking at my knees, but I knew his eyes flickered to me.
“I hope he leaves, the dick,” Vicky-T muttered, and I nodded.

Derek was waiting for me at my apartment, to my unpleasant surprise. Really all I wanted to do was go see my grandparents.
“I brought you flowers,” my boyfriend said softly, pointing to the bouquet in on my kitchen counter with his free hand; the other hand was in his pocket, moving around slowly. I closed the door, but kept it unlocked, wondering if Derek was going to blow a fuse.
“That was nice of you,” I replied, my hand still on the doorknob.
Derek nodded, and stood up to walk over to me.
“I think I should tell you,” he said, sticking his other hand in its corresponding pocket. “I have a new girlfriend now.”
“I wasn’t aware that we had broken up,” I said lightly, raising my eyebrows.
“That’s why I came,” Derek told me, pulling out the hand he had in his pocket earlier; in his palm was the duplicate key to my apartment. Without another word, he was gone.

I guess the only thing left to do was go visit my grandparents.

“You know, you’ve gotten skinny,” was the first thing my grandmother, Jo, said. “You need to eat.”
“Grandma, I’m in the right weight range for a 5’8 woman,” I told her gently, holding her hand; we were sitting next to my usually comatose grandfather, who was awake today. He hadn’t spoken since his stroke, and the doctors weren’t sure if he ever would again before… well, you get it.
“You’re bone-thin, though,” she tried to tell me. “You need some food.”
If this were 1964, I would have called her a hypocrite.
“Grandma, I’m fine,” I assured her. “Did I tell you about my new job?”

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Chapter V: Nothing to Do on Just One Night
By the end of Will’s hospital stay (which happened to be the Friday everyone was going out for drinks), I had learned that the large man I had met on the day of my interview was named Clark, and the janitor was Herb. We were almost always in the same elevator, and Herb was on his way up when I was leaving. I recall asking him why he was going up with me that one morning after he told me he had been heading for only the second floor that morning.
“Well,” he said thoughtfully, leaning on his battered old mop, “I guess it’s because I like to say hello to people. And I couldn’t give up the chance to be in the elevator with a pretty lady like yourself.” He smiled.
“Have a good day, Herb,” I told him, smiling back; I went over to the front desk and shrugged off my long trench coat before sitting down and pulling out the clipboard. Next to me, Vicky-T was grinning.
“Bilvy’s coming back today,” she said happily. “It was boring without him, wasn’t it?”
I nodded, fishing a pen out of my drawer for those who didn’t bring one; I also avoided telling her that Will only talked to us for a little bit in the morning, worked all day, and then said goodbye.
“I bet he’ll be first today,” Vicky-T continued. “He’s never been sick badly enough to take medical leave, so he’ll probably be finicky about coming back and catching up on what he missed.”
“Mhmm,” I said, fixing the strap on my sandal.
“Here he comes! Deena, sit up and say hi – are you even listening to me?!”
“Hold on a second,” I grumbled, finishing the final adjustments on my shoe before sitting up.
Sure enough, Will was making his way towards the front desk with a small smile, coat hung over one arm.
“Hey there,” Vicky-T said perkily, hopping up to hug him over the desk. I stood up too, and hugged him.
He smelled really good.
“I can’t say it’s good to be back, but I’m glad that I’m someplace that smells better than a hospital,” Will said, pulling away to fill out the clipboard.
“Understandable,” I commented quietly, my eyes suddenly on the computer screen.
Vicky-T and Will looked at me, but they said nothing; instead, Will continued filling out the morning papers, and Vicky-T smiled at Ryland, who had just entered from the elevator.

After everyone had flirted with me and Vicky-T, a man of about my height strolled through the elevator doors; he held them open, and out popped Gabe. For some reason I felt the need to look in Will’s direction.
“I’ve decided, I’M STAYING!” Saporta exclaimed, and I saw Will jump. The short man followed after our boss like a little puppy (and I mean little, Saporta was almost a foot taller than him), holding most of the taller man’s things.
“Hello, Deena,” Gabe crooned, sliding the clipboard towards him and scribbling everything down onto the paper. “This is my assistant, Pete. He’s my little messenger, so don’t get upset if I don’t come out to tell you what a good job you’re doing – he’ll do that instead.” With a gesture, Gabe summoned Pete over to clock in.
“So,” Saporta suddenly shouted. “Look over here, people! Stand up so I can do a head count.”
Everyone that I could see stood, even a reluctant Will.
“Good,” the boss continued loudly. “Glad to see the toothpick’s doing alright again! Okay, Suarez, I can’t see you.”
A head popped up, and Gabe grinned.
“Alright then, I have an announcement,” he said brightly. “I’ve arranged a party on Saturday – I know, it’s a day off – but you’re all invited. You can bring your friends and lovers, too,” Gabe added, looking my way for a moment.
There was silence, and then a few people piped up, “I’ll be there!”
Finally, more and more people agreed to go, including Vicky-T, Ryland and Brendon; Gabe looked at Will, who was frowning.
“Soooo, Beckett? You gonna come?” Saportass asked him.
Will sighed, and I gulped.
“Fine,” he muttered. “I have nothing to do on Saturday, anyways.”
“EXCELLENT!” Gabe yelled, and it was my turn to jump. “And… Deena?”
“Who, me? Uh, I don’t know…” I scratched the back of my neck nervously.
“Come on, boo,” he said, leaning over the desk to back me into my chair. “Don’t you want to party?”
“I’ve got to… visit… someone?” I was quite afraid that he was going to kiss me.
“Deena. Be bad… for just one night,” he said – it wasn’t a suggestion.